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"I remember that I had many helpers when I was young, why are there only a few of you left now?" He Chen asked curiously.

Jing Ling sighed again, and the white beard moved after being blown up, "The ones you have seen are still young, and they went back to their hometown to hide. We old people have weak legs and feet, and we can't get out of Huaicheng. If it’s far away, I’ll simply live here and take care of the elderly.”

"So does my grandfather know that you are all monsters?" He Chen asked again.

The other old woman nodded, "Of course your grandpa knows. Didn't your grandpa tell you? Your He family's ancestors are also a well-known psychic family."

Ling Hechen felt that the black line on the back of his head was about to pierce his neck, "My grandpa always told me that our family's ancestors came from the imperial chef. Every child must pass the test of cooking skills to enter the family tree."

"That's true," said an old man who wore glasses and looked very knowledgeable, "Your family's inheritance title is the God of Cooking. The dishes cooked by the Si family's pot and the He family's spoon are big. Supplements."

Hearing the old man's words, "Si's pot matches He's spoon", He Chen immediately remembered the cauldron that was still on the stove in his back kitchen. No wonder Grandpa Si would collapse at the door of his restaurant for no reason. , It turns out that this is not some "God's arrangement", it's just that the pot instinctively chose its favorite spoon to match.

Si Buhui felt the vague look in her boyfriend's eyes, and immediately raised her hand innocently to swear, "Ma'am, I've never heard of this before today, and the reason I'm willing to stay here is because I like it." you."

The young man showed his heart so frankly that the elderly mothers-in-law and grandpas who were present at the scene all booed "Oh!" and cast teasing glances at the two of them, which made He Chen's face turn red.

Glaring at Si Buhui indiscriminately, He Chen said in a low voice, "I'll break up with you when I go back", and continued to listen to the old man.

The old man helped the glasses that had fallen on the bridge of his nose, and continued to babble about the old story, "Unlike the other psychic masters, the He family has gradually declined due to the turmoil in the current situation, and there has been no decent successor for a long time. People, when your grandfather was in his generation, his spiritual power can basically only support him to see us."

He Chen couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he thought that if it wasn't for the effect of the visibility talisman, he would probably not be able to see anything.

"No one taught you this, it's already amazing that you can successfully use the pot and spoon to cook," the old man seemed to see He Chen's embarrassment, and comforted him, "If the pot and spoon were not chosen The successor will definitely not be able to pick them up."

That spoon was used by He Chen since he was a child. As long as He Shanzhen taught him how to cook, He Shanzhen took him by the hand and used the spoon to shake him out of the kitchen until He Shanzhen couldn't lift it with trembling hands. He Shanzhen handed the spoon to He Chen with affection, and told him to pass on the family restaurant and the He family's culinary skills.

As for the pot that Si Buhui's grandfather put on the stove, He Chen has used it to cook a lot of food because of the evil spirits. It is indeed like what the old man said, it has something that other ordinary pots don't have. magic power.

"I didn't expect to see the descendants of the Si family and the He family together after so many years." The old man took off his glasses, wiped them by the corner of his clothes, put them back on, and said with emotion, "You guys They really are made for each other.”

Si Buhui immediately bowed politely to the grandfather and said, "Thank you." He Chen blushed again.

The amount of information received this day is really a bit large, and He Chen felt that he knew a grandfather and his family that were completely different from his own impression from these monsters.Only then did he know that He Shanzhen opened this family restaurant originally to take in the homeless kind monsters, and built a small shelter for them in the troubled times.

As for the recipes in Suiyuan's food list written in handwriting that He Chen can't understand, they all come from the monsters who help the kitchen. They used their own experience to write a "Suiyuan Food List" specially for monsters. .

"It stands to reason that the above content was written by many monsters for at least ten years," He Chen objected again upon hearing this, "But when I read this book when I was young, there were no words on it."

The old lady smiled and said, "Your spiritual power when you were a child is no longer enough to support you to see the content that ordinary people cannot see. The reason why you can see the words above is the spiritual power of the person next to you." .” Said pointing to Si Buhui.

It hurts the old lady.He Chen felt that he really missed the ordinary days of ordinary people.

Feng Suisui and Corgi were not interested in the short stories told by these parents. The two children could listen with their ears pricked up at first, but after a while they yawned boredly, and their heads gradually drooped.

Several times, Feng Suisui's head was about to hit Corgi's body, and then was snapped back abruptly by Corgi's little claws.Seeing that several people were about to discuss the third topic about He Chen's growth, Feng Suisui hurriedly interjected, "Grandpas and grandmas, did you force us to stay here just to chat with Brother Chen?"

This sentence made the atmosphere of the scene cool down again.Jing Ling sighed again, and he said to He Chen, "Xiao Chen, can you make tofu soup that tastes like happiness?"

This is the second time He Chen has heard this sentence.When he said it in Dean Chang's mouth before, he thought it was the dean's whimsy, but now he said it again from Grandpa Jing Ling, and he had to explain again in embarrassment, "Happiness is an illusory feeling. People's tastes and moods of things will change differently, and I can't grasp it."

After He Chen finished speaking, he saw that the fire in the eyes of the group of aged monsters in front of him was extinguished.They lowered their heads in disappointment and sighed in unison, as if something they had been looking forward to for a long time had come to nothing.

While several people were talking, there was a sudden violent coughing sound from a door on their left. The monsters, regardless of their frustration, turned around and squeezed into the door, shouting "Old Guai, you are finally awake!" "

He Chen followed the direction they were running and cast a scrutinizing gaze towards the door. The name of "Old Guai" was also mentioned in the mouths of these monsters just now, and it seems that they asked me to save him, so who is this Lao Guai?

"Let's go, lady, first follow to see the situation." Si Buhui stood beside He Chen and whispered to him.

With Si Buhui by his side, He Chen just felt particularly at ease.He felt his right hand sink, being wrapped by Si Buhui's warm hand.The two walked to the door hand in hand and looked inside.

Seeing this, Feng Suisui leaned over, picked up Corgi and squeezed towards the door, while stretching his neck vigorously to see what was going on inside the door.

The room behind the door is warm and simple. A large bed is placed in the center, and a few monsters surround the bed and greet the old man lying on the bed with concern. "Old Guai, how do you feel now?" "Old Guai, would you like some water?" "Old Guai, the boy from the He family is here today, why don't you let him have a try?"

More than a dozen monsters were talking together, even if each of them only said one sentence, they were still chattering so loudly.He Chen suspected that the old crutch lying on the bed was unwilling to get up because of their noisy voices.In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, and simply took out a few silencers from Si Buhui's sleeve pocket, and pasted them one by one behind their backs, and the scene fell silent again.

A few old men and old ladies stared round their eyes and opened their mouths wide. This scene is a bit funny.He Chen coughed and lowered his head, waited for the smile on his mouth to calm down, then raised his head and walked into the room.

Lying on the hospital bed in the center was an old man with white beard and hair. He was holding on to the bed rail and coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.After finally waiting for the cough to pass, he half-lyed back on the bed with relief, his eyes turned slightly to look at the young man who walked in, and he moved his fingers weakly, "You are the grandson of Shanzhen's family, right?"

He Chen nodded, and greeted politely, "Grandpa Jingling mentioned it just now, you are Grandpa Laoguai, right?"

"What are they looking for you, Ah Jing?" Laoguai coughed a few more times, trying to reach for the water glass on the bedside table with trembling hands. He picked up the cup and carefully put it in Laoguai's hand.

He Chen thought for a while and said, "Grandpa Jing Ling and the others didn't find me, I came here for the sacrificial banquet."

"Is it twenty-seven today?" Laoguai was stunned for a moment, as if shocked by the rapid passage of time, "I've been sleeping on the bed for more than three days." As he said that, his eyes became far away, "Old man Someday you will not be able to open your eyes if you close them.”

"Old Guai, don't say that." Jing Ling took the lead in uncovering the silencer through the reflection of the glass window in the room, and said disapprovingly, "Look, we are all so healthy, at least you can live healthy and healthy for 100 years "

The corners of Laoguai's mouth curled up, but his smile didn't seem to be so distracting, "What are you doing after living so long? Go find her after you die, I'm afraid she will forget what I look like."

Jing Ling quickly covered Laoguai's mouth, and said to him seriously, "Old Guai, sister-in-law will never forget you."

Before he could catch his breath, Laoguai coughed violently again, and it took him a long time to calm down again.Laoguai smiled wryly and said, "Maybe she can still remember my appearance, but I'm afraid that if I get sick again, I will become old and confused."

"I'm afraid I'll forget her myself."

From the few words in the conversation between Laoguai and Jingling, He Chen managed to piece together the outline of the story, and felt even more sad.

Laoguai coughed for a while, and chatted with Jingling for a while, his energy was exhausted, and he tilted his head and gradually fell asleep.Hearing the gentle breathing of the old man on the bed, the few people couldn't gather around the room anymore, so they came out and returned to the original place.

"The one on the bed is Lao Guai, as you have seen, he is dying of illness now," Jing Ling sighed, and turned to look at He Chen, "The only thing that hangs his breath is that he wants to try his house again. Tofu soup made by my wife."

"But his wife has left without saying goodbye for a long time, and we don't know where to find the tofu soup that can make him taste happy." The old lady monster also said.

Facing so many eager eyes, He Chen opened his mouth against the pressure, and finally said, "Let me try."